She knows, Aly's told her before. But still, nothing hits quite the same as her lover's moans in her ear, or Aly's thighs tightening around her head as she reaches her peak. She is, and will always be, a pleaser at heart. "Please?" she begs, her last ditch attempt. "I want you to come while you're inside me."

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Aly coos. Heat rushes through her, leaves her tingling in all the best places. Watching Laena suck her strap while half-lidded and blissed out is a special kind of pleasure. “Who’s saying I’m not?” Aly brushes Laena’s curls away from her face and hums. “I love seeing you desperate for my cock. I love every noise you make - every whimper and every moan and plea. If I could have you like this always, I would. Because you please me deeply, Laena. Knowing I do this to you… has me soaked.”

"Deal," she gasps, short of breath. "But I want... Won't you turn the enchantment on? Please?" Her tongue flicks out to lick the head of the toy, briefly sucking it between full, pouting lips, putting on a bit of a show. "I want to make you feel good, too," she pleads, her eyes wide and dark with lust. "I can be so good for you, do anything you want... But I want you to enjoy this, too." It's difficult for her, still, to accept that Aly's getting anything out of this, especially in sessions entirely focused on her. She prefers reciprocity, or even better, to please her partner.

“I know, love,” she coos. Her fingers lightly trace over Laena’s cheek. “If you’re good for me, you get my cock nice and wet, and you wait to come until you’re told, I’ll let you eat me out after. Deal?” Aly pushes the toy in a bit further, then pulls it out of Laena’s mouth entirely. The soft head, however, she takes the time to enjoy the sight of rubbing it along her lover’s bottom lip. “Use your words. Eventually you won’t be able to, with how much I intend to melt your brain out of your cunt.”

Her enjoyment of things in her mouth was well known to her even before Aly, but enjoying sucking a dildo, if an almost unnervingly lifelike one, was something she'd discovered after Aly ordered her to lick her own arousal off the strap she'd just used to fuck her brains out. Still, when she does it, its enchantment is usually active, Alyseris enjoying it as much as she does. Helaena whines in soft protest, but still her tongue dutifully swirls around the strap, slicking it with her spit. With her mouth full, she can't speak, but her eyes are pleading, still. I want to do something for you, too. Let me make you enjoy it, too.

“I know darling,” Aly coos softly, “I know. Just be patient for me. You can be patient, can’t you?” She stands beside the couch, running her fingertips along the bright blue dildo, curved slightly and just the right firmness for Laena’s tastes. It was enchanted - easily designed to evoke pleasure in her too, but Aly wants her wits about her as she destroys Laena. “Won’t you be good and get this nice and wet for me, darling?” Aly’s hand gently guides Laena’s face by her chin to look at the strap, the other holding it steady for her to suckle on. She squeezes Laena’s cheeks ever so slightly, nudging her mouth to open wider. She does not wait to push the tip - enchanted to feel as close to the real thing as possible - past Laena’s wet, inviting lips. She does not shove hard, but Aly likes to assert her dominance, likes to take control. She would not ever ‘force’ anything upon Laena… nothing they had not already discussed, of course. (Sometimes Laena liked squirming away from stimulation. Aly has a particular fondness for those orgasms of hers, ripped from her lover’s body thanks to a pleasant overstimulation of her most sensitive areas.) “There you go. You don’t have to think, Laena, just suck for me. That’s right.”

There’s my good girl. Fucking hells, she’s only human. She lies back, as she’s told, shivering from the shock of cool air as Alyseris reaches for a very familiar drawer. Soon, her shivers are from anticipation. “Aly, please, I need-“ Her mouth, her strap, her fingers, anything. “Need you,” she whines, her fingers digging into the pillows of the couch as she’s well aware Alyseris is likely to tie them down if she misbehaves. Not that that’s an unwelcome prospect in the slightest.

Aly smirks as she sees Laena’s eyelids flutter. “Oh, there’s my good girl. Such a smart little mage, knowing when to behave…” She kisses Laena’s earlobe, gently nibbling at it moments after. Aly pulls away, and helps Laena, on her wobbly legs, over to the couch. She is unceremonious as she tugs Laena’s bottoms off - exposing her fully to the cool air. “Lay back, pretty girl,” she instructs. Aly turns, and lifts a tiny plant pot from the coffee table. Underneath, a key, used to unlock the bottom drawer of her table… and reveal the treasure trove of toys underneath. It doesn’t take her long to slip into a strap. She’s happy to remain clothed for now - it’s her entire intention to blitz Laena to pieces here and now. Her own pleasure can come later.

She gasps as Aly's hand tightens around her throat for just a moment, just enough for her to get a hint of pressure, a rush from the knowledge of how much power she's allowing her lover to have. "Yes," she tries to say, but it comes out as a garbled whine. She nods instead, eager to be good, to please her.

“Good girl,” Aly murmurs hotly. She gently lets go of Laena’s wrists, still tangled in her shirt, and helps unwind the cloth from around them. With equal dexterity, she unclasps the back of Laena’s bra and tosses it down. Her hand - decorated with silver rings - wraps gently around Laena’s throat and offers a minor squeeze… just to see her breath hitch. “Now. If you want me to eat your cunt properly, you’re going to be a good girl and lay down on that couch. Are you going to do that for me, my pretty little mage?”

Of course Aly stops, just a split second before Helaena is irreversibly thrown over the edge. She groans in frustration as Aly removes her fingers, the sudden emptiness almost painful. She knows how wet she is already, she can feel it with every stroke of Aly’s fingers, hear it, feel the moisture soaking through her underwear. Now, she adds sight and smell and taste, her arousal smearing across her lips, coating her tongue. It’s not quite as good as being allowed to use her mouth on Alyseris, but fuck, the taste still makes her moan. She sucks the fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them to lick up every hint of her own wetness. Her eyes meet Alyseris’, dark and needy and pleading. Give me more. I need more.

Aly’s fingers go still, and she grins wickedly against Laena’s mouth. “It’s a good thing I’m stopping then,” she purrs into her lips. Aly punctuates the sentence with a tiny peck, and pulling away after. The resultant whimper is one she wishes she could catch in a bottle and keep forever. It’s so fucking hot to know she’s able to turn Laena on, switch her brain off, and make her writhe and squirm. Just to torture her, Aly pulls her fingers out of Laena’s pants, and brings them to the woman’s lips. “Do you see this,” she murmurs softly. Aly’s voice is full of heat, pushing the fingers in to gently pet Laena’s bottom lip and tongue. “Taste how wet you got for me.”

She groans into the kiss, her hands itching to wind through the fiery waves of Aly's hair. A small cry of protest escapes at the bite, but her lover knows full well she likes a small sting of pain with her pleasure. Gods, her fucking fingers. Musician's fingers, deft and careful but fucking strong, calloused just-so. Those fingers that enjoy tormenting her so much. "Aly, fuck, pl- hells, I want- I need..." It's been a while. She's been busy, and the privacy can be limited back home. It's far, far too easy for Alyseris to tease her, to drive her mad. "I'm going to come if you don't stop," she whines in defeat.

“Yes and no,” Aly purrs. She captures Laena’s amazingly soft lips in a luxurious kiss. It is hot, and hungry, and just a little punishing as she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. Still. It does not wholly satisfy. “I won’t let you fall,” Aly promises. Despite her teasing and taunting and praise, this is a genuine assurance. Aly thinks it is why they work so well. Laena needed someone to look after her, to take care of her, and Aly adores looking after her. (It’s hard not to adore someone when they look so cute when they come. Laena’s face gets all scrunched up and she gets endearingly clingy afterwards.) Aly’s fingers begin moving again - she’s curling them just so to drag over Laena’s G-Spot. The buildup is slow… but intentional. Her thumb works in slow circles around Laena’s gorgeous clit, and she wonders idly if she could make the woman cry if she sucked it hard enough. “My beautiful, brilliant girl. I can’t wait to make you beg for everything you want me to give you.”

Don't come. Helaena whines in protest, but does everything she can to breathe through it, to resist the peak her body is straining for. "_Hells,_" she groans as her throbbing cunt finally begins to settle. "I'd forgotten how, _mmm_, how much that makes your head spin." She'd experimented with edging herself, with her fingers, with toys, but it never hit quite the same way as when Aly did it. It has been more than a month since Amn. Laena is well aware Aly is far from done. One time, her lover's teasing had continued to the point that she passed out when finally did come. "Let me- let me... Can I kiss you, please? And could I maybe sit down or something before my legs give out?" she asks, very politely she thinks.

“Don’t worry,” Aly says - the tone of her voice suggests that it is not some placating reassurance she speaks, but a promise. “You will.” You will work for it. You will beg for it. You’ll suffer so pretty, and thank me for it after. Aly’s fingers curl and press, sliding inside of Laena. Calloused finger pads drag easily over the familiar spot known all too well - ribbed and rough in texture. Aly continues the assault on Laena’s G-Spot until she spots the telltale signs of an orgasm - and stills every movement that could send the woman over the edge. “Don’t come,” she says - tone deadly calm and focused. Aly is serious about this warning - the last time Laena came without permission, she’d edged her until she’d begged for her to stop.

She whimpers at the slow, teasing contact, careful and deft despite its seeming absentmindedness. Aly did very few things unwittingly when they did this. Every move is calculated, considered... Mind-melting skilled. The lack of thoughts is one of her favorite things about this. The actual sex is excellent, of course, but being able to sleep without worrying after? Waking up without a clench of dread in her chest knowing she won't be able to do everything, not well enough, that she will fail, somehow, because she always does? Helaena can write that off as a benefit to her productivity. Even if Aly has a way of throwing a wrench in her study plans. She forgets to protest, to struggle, to misbehave. At least for a few moments. "Fuck, Aly, your fingers should be illegal," Laena moans. "You feel so- oh gods, so good..." Alyseris had repeatedly, explicitly informed her how much she enjoyed her lovers vocally enjoying themselves. Let me hear you, pretty girl. Get those hands away from your mouth or I'll tie them down. "What if I- what if I want you to make me? What if I want- _hells_, what if I want you to make me beg? Make me- make me work for it."

“I like it when you feel safe enough to misbehave,” Aly replies bluntly. She’s not lying, either, Laena is a chronic people-pleaser. Anything to get the woman out of her shell is a fair play in Aly’s book. “Because *pretty girls*… like you,” she murmurs, her mouth reaching down to press to her neck as her other hand finds its way between her legs, under the waistband of her pants, right up against Laena’s soaking wet cunt. Two fingers rub, experimentally slow, between her folds. Aly takes the time to suck a hickey into Laena’s neck, growling and still sliding, still rubbing two calloused fingers between her lover’s legs. “… should never have to have a thought behind their pretty eyes. All they have to worry about is who they’re pleasing, and enjoying pleasure themselves.” Aly’s fingers glide over the soft, yielding entrance to Laena’s cunt. Two fingers, always two, stroking back and forth like an absentminded gesture. No thought behind it, just idle enjoyment of seeing her fall apart. “Don’t you want to just… let me melt your brain out of your ears, hmm? Or how about your cunt instead? How long before this gorgeous genius in my hands…” Aly runs a long stroke of her fingers through Laena’s slick and hot folds. “… begs me to turn off her brain? Mmm?”

It's so easy like this, to let go and simply feel. It's so easy to moan as Aly's clever mouth works a nipple just to the edge of pain. It's so easy to let her knees begin to buckle, her mind already melting into that lovely fog of pleasure. But Helaena had promised to make it a bit harder, hadn't she? Alyseris is stronger than her, but not by that much. If she really wanted to, she could safeword or wriggle free. But she doesn't want to. "Of course I think about it," she gasps. "Of course I do, of course I've wanted your fingers, your mouth, your straps... Fuck, Aly, I think you've broken something in me, I never used to be like this." Wanton. Needy. Horny. It's infuriating. "But that doesn't mean I have to do everything you say, does it? I thought you liked it when I'm a mouthy little brat." She grins as she ducks out to catch the tip of Aly's ear in her mouth, nipping pointedly at the sensitive tip.

"Of course I do, darling," she purrs. Aly grins as she slides a hand under the back of Laena's bra, teasing the sensitive skin underneath. "But I think we can both learn the value of patience tonight." The look in her eyes was easily recognizable. Aly was going to make Laena both work for it, and suffer it all at once. "You're a tease," she growls softly, "And you know it. Such a desperate, gorgeous little tease for me. You think about me bending you over frequently - don't you?" Aly's hand skims back to the front of Laena's bra, and elects to shove the cups aside to bring this gorgeous woman's tits out. Hells, but they were perfect - soft, flush, gorgeously shaped... She catches a nipple in her mouth and sucks - firm, and slightly punishing. "I thought you said you were going to make this hard for me, pretty girl? You want my fingers and mouth that badly you're willing to just spread your legs for me, like the perfect little tease you are?"

She's always beem a sucker for praise, but Helaena's also a sucker for an absolutely filthy compliment. Another thing Alyseris taught her about herself. The fondness for bondage had been a surprise, too. "Maybe it was," Laena fires back, her voice dissolving into a moan as Aly continues her assault on her neck. "Maybe I wanted you t-to remind me how good it feels to be *taken*. To be- fuck, to be _wrecked._" Her neck had always been a weak spot. Aly had realized that within a tenday of them sleeping together. "Aly, please," she whines. "You know what I want, please, I need- do you want me to beg?"

Aly hums - clearly thinking. "Game it is," she sighs. Without warning, she presses Laena back against the door, and yanks her shirt off and over her head without much ceremony. As Laena's arms raise to let the shirt go above her head... Aly doesn't let it pull off all the way. In facts, she catches the fabric with an open hand, twists, and now has both of Laena's wrists secured in improvised wrist restraints. Her other hand moves to skim the back of Laena's bra. "Is this what you were hoping for when you made me wait on you? For me to ravage you? Because hells, Lae, you have no idea how bad I want to bend you over my bed and ride you until your knees give out. You always make the cutest noises when you're being fucked through an orgasm."

Now that was an excellent question. Helaena was a pleaser by nature, fond of being told she did well, of being rewarded. She was also naturally inclined to be a little stubborn. A little defiant. A brat, as Aly called it, with a wicked grin and a delicious punishment in mind. Her lips suckle softy at her lover's thumb, slow and indulgent, before releasing it with a pop. "I think I could be persuaded to be good for you. Or perhaps I'm going to make it a bit harder for you. I haven't decided yet." Laena grins in anticipation of Alyseris' reaction. Oh, there was plenty of rewards to be had for being good. But sometimes it was more fun to be bad. Aly had taught her that, too.

"You're going to suffer so pretty for me, love," Aly purrs against Laena's ear. Her hand shifts to slip under Laena's shirt, even bullies her fingers under the woman's bra. Calloused fingertips skim the rapidly hardening nipple, and she grins. Her other hand, still on Laena's neck, pushes her thumb up her chin and into her mouth. "I think I'm going to ride you so hard tonight that you see stars." With Aly, that wasn't a threat. That sort of talk right there was a promise - one that would be fulfilled with enthusiasm and vigor. "Now. Are you going to be a good girl tonight, or do you want to make it a game?"

"_Fuck_, Aly," Helaena groans, wavering under the onslaught of the hurricane that is Alyseris Rhehlam. "I didn't- I didn't see your text until ten minutes ago, I swear, I didn't- gods don't stop doing that," she pleads, already putty in the bard's fingers. Her own hands wind through fiery red hair, stroke soft, freckled skin, traces the outline of gently pointed ears. Hells, I missed this. Helaena hadn't thought she'd had that much of a sex drive. She'd done fine without for long periods of time. But this. This was addictive. "Can I make it up to you?" she gasps, once Alyseris' lips finally leave hers. "Tell me- tell me how."

The door flies open, and before Laena can even so much as squeak, a freckled hand drags her into the dorm room. The door shuts firmly, and Laena is backed up against it. Hot hands move to cup either side of her neck and Aly’s thumb rubs over Laena’s jaw as she presses their lips together in a hungry tangle. Aly already has Laena against the door, but she nudges her back further and bullies her thick thigh between Laena’s legs. “Hmmm. Hi gorgeous.” Aly’s lips barely leave Laena’s, muttering hot praise against her mouth. One hand moves from the side of her neck to the front of her chest. Aly gropes at her tit, squeezing softly and rubbing with her thumb, much the same way she touched her neck earlier. “Naughty girl. You made me wait. You know I was expecting you to rush back.”

Helaena knocks on her friend's door, curious as to what she wants. "Aly? Everything okay?" They had enjoyed an... arrangement, for some time. Stress relief. Fun. It was one of the few things Laena had ever allowed herself to have just for her. Not because she should. Not because she had to. Simply because she wanted to. Because it felt good, to want and be wanted. To be desired, and spoiled. To be ruined in the best possible way. Of course she'd had partners before Aly, but she hadn't known sex could be like that. Still, they've always been friends first, so the anticipation curling in her belly might be disappointed when her friend simply wanted to ask what happened to her green boots. But there's no harm in hoping.

This dorm is cozy as hell. Warm fairy lights and lots of polaroid photos hang from the walls - even the harsh overhead lighting has been covered with a beautifully patterned mandala scarf. Several instruments are hung in the room, others propped on stands. Half finished cups of tea and coffee and water, crumpled paper, and various instrumental tools such as capos and tuners dot most, if not all the surfaces in the apartment. A bed is tucked into the corner, covered in a variety of blankets - knit, quilted, crocheted. The smell of sage and lavender fills the room, as well as walnut oil and the faint scent of rosin and beeswax.

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